then. [ laughter ] yeah he was, yeah he was. he was tough. >> but he was always sweet. he was always a nice guy. but i never saw him. so, my daughter says to me, you know, this is so disappointing, she's 9, my 17-year-old son puts it on facebook, i'm going to diddy's party. i can't wait to go. i'm like, you're not going to get into diddy's party. you're dreaming. christmas eve day i take my 9-year-old daughter to target, we come back from -- with our pt cruiser, that's how hip i am, the top was down -- >> jimmy: top down. >> and we see two very handsome african-american men in very expensive sweat suits stretching right by my property. >> jimmy: yeah. >> and i'm thinking to myself, wouldn't it be weird if that was p diddy. after all this -- and vivvy, my daughter says, very loudly, "what does p diddy look like?" >> jimmy: top is down. >> the top is down. >> jimmy: the top is down. >> handsome, gorgeous man stretching. >> jimmy: yep. >> he looks up, and says, "hey, ro, it's sean." i'm like, "hey, sean, how are you doing?" vivvy goes, "i knew you knew him!" [ laughter ] "i knew you knew him!" i'm like, "oh crap, here we go." so, he's so charming. he's so nice, he smells delicious. he casually says, "what are you doing tonight?" i said, "oh, nothing. we usually just hang at home. you know, i have the kids here."